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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.