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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.