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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Crime,
Nico,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.