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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
UT,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.