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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.