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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Interpol,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.