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 Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Tremeloes to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.