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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.