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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.