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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.