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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.