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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
the Association,
Lalann,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.