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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.