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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 The J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.