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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Ten City 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.