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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.