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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.