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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Babytalk,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.