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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.