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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Fear,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.