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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.