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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Index 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
AZ,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.