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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Neu!,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.