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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.