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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.