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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
The Cure,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.