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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.