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 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Sonics to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana 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?
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.