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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.