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 Burundi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 John Lydon to the disco 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Can,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.