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 Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
The Move,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.