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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.