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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.