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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.