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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.