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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
The Standells,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.