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 Belize 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Yaz,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.