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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.