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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.