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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.