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 Kenya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.