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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
The Move,
Darondo,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.