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 Argentina 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.