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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.