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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.