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 El Salvador and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.