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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Durutti Column to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.