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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.