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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.