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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.