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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.