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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Darondo,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.