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 Armenia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Doors,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.