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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Soft Cell to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All John Cale 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 rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.