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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Busters to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.