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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.