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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.