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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.