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 Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.