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 Afghanistan 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.