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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.