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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.