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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.