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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 Houston and Copenhagen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
10cc,
John Foxx,
New Order,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.