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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
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 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Wings,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.