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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.