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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.