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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Monolake,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.