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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Gladiators to the dance 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.