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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Franke,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
DNA,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.