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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Slave,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.