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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Zapp,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Wings,
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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.