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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.