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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.