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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
New Order,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.