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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
AZ,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.