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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
cv313,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.