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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Ronan 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.