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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Gong,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.