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 Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.