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 Morocco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.