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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.