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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.