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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.