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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.