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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.