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 Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.