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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.