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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.