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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Crooked Eye to the disco 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.