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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.