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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.