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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Can,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.