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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Monks,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.