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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.