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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.