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 Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Alison Limerick 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
MC5,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.