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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.