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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.