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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.