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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.