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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.