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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the rap 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Nico,
Qualms,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.