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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.