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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.