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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Wings,
Can,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Quadrant,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.