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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 chamberlin 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Brick,
The Slits,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.