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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Fear to the dance 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.