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 Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.