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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Wire,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.