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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
X-101,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.