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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.