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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.