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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 The Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.