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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones 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 funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Rekid,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.