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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 The Human League to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Wire,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.