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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Slackers to the grime 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.