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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
X-102,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.