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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.