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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.