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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.