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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.