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 Brunei 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.