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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.