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 Slovenia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
The Names,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.