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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.