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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ituana to the dance 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.