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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.