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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.