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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Crime,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.