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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the techno 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.