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 Comoros and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 David Bowie 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.