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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz 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?
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.