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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the grime 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.