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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.