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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Unwound,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
MDC,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.