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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dead C to the grime 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.