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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.