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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.