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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Wire to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.