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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.