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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.