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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.