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 Rwanda 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.