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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.