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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.