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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.