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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Dawn Penn to the rock 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Gong,
Sparks,
the Normal,
The Names,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.