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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.