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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Little Man 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
New Order,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.