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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.