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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.