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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.