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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
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.