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 Albania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
MDC,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.