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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Smog,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.