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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.