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 Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Slave,
MC5,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.