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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.