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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.