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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.