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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
New Order,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.