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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.