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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.