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 India and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Brass Construction to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.