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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Can,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.