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 Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Gong,
Ossler,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.