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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.