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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.