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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Faust,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.