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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.