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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s 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 Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Liliput,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.