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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.