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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Scion,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.