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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Hoover,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.