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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Crime,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.