Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
PIL,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.