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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Tres Demented to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s 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 Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.