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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.