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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.