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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.