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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Grass Roots to the techno 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.