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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the jazz 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
June Days,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.