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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Music Machine to the techno 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.