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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.