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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.