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 Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.