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 Kazakhstan and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
The Doors,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.