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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Outsiders to the techno 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.