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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Magma,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.