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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.