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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.