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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
PIL,
Organ,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
JFA,
MDC,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.