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 Nauru and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.