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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Beijing and London.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.