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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.