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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.