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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.