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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.