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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 snare 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 Lalann 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.