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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.