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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.