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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.