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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.