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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Smiths to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.