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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Japan to the dance 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.