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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Visage,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.