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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.