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 Iceland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.