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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
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,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.