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 Peru and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
The Cure,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.