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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.