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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.