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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.