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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Stooges to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
The Evens,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.