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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.