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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Porter Ricks 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.