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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield 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?
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.