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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 This Heat to the punk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.