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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pop Group to the dance 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.