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 China and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Can,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.