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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.