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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Smog,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.