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 Canada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.