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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Germs,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.