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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 J.B.'s to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.