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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
The Gories,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.