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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.