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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.