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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.