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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
The Residents,
New Order,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.