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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Index,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.