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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.