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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Can,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.