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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.