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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
DNA,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.