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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 David McCallum to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.