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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.