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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the techno 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.