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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.