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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.