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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.