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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.