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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 Spokane and Houston.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.