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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
June Days,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.