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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.