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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.