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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.