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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.