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 Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.