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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Pylon to the techno 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.