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 Monaco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.