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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
The Monks,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.