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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.