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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.