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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.