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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.