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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.