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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.