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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.