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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
New Order,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.