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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.