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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.