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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.