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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 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 Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Japan,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.