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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.