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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.