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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.