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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Model 500,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.