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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Cluster,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.