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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 snare 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 Alphaville to the crunk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.