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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Kayak,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.