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 Paraguay 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
MDC,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.