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 Chile and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.