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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.