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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
The Victims,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.