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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.