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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Faust,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Can,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Skarface,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.