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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.