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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.