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 Thailand and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Bar-Kays 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.