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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.