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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The New Christs to the disco 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.