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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.