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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Franke,
Smog,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.