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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.