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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.