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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.