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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.