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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Machine to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
AZ,
The Slits,
Wings,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.