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 Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo 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?
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Sparks,
X-102,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.