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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.