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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Victims to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.