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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Pole,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.