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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.