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 Dominica 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
UT,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.