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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.