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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.