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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.