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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.