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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.