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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.