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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the rap 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.