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 Korea South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Misunderstood to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Technova,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.