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 Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
X-102,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.