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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
the Association,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.