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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.