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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.