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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 808 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.