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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.