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 Bahrain 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Index,
the Slits,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.