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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.