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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
June Days,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.