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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.