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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.