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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.