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 Lithuania and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.