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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.