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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s 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 The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.