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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
MDC,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.