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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New Order 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Inner City,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.