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 Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
cv313,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.