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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.