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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.