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 Lebanon 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Organ,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
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.