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 Ukraine 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.