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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Mars to the techno 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.