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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 dance 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.