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 Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
MDC,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.