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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Fear to the dance 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.