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 Bahamas and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Zeros to the punk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.