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 China and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 crunk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.