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 Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The American Breed 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.