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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 sitar 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
UT,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.