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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.