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 Macedonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.