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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.