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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.