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 Mali and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Television,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.