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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.