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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
The Martian,
The Residents,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.