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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Remains to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Pole,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.