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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.