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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.