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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Brick,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
the Swans,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.