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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Television,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.