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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Warsaw to the techno 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.