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 Egypt and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.