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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.