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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
10cc,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.