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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.