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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.