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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Detroit Cobras 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Skaos,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
JFA,
the Association,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.