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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Audionom,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.