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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.