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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.