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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Davy DMX to the grunge 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Monks,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.