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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Move to the electroclash 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.