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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Wire,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.