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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.