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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 marimba 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 The Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.