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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.