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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
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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.