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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.