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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Interpol to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
the Germs,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.