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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.