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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.