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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Can,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.