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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Liliput,
cv313,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.