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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Can,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.