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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Hoover,
New Order,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.