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 Zimbabwe 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.