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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.