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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.