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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.