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 China and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.