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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 La Düsseldorf 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.