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 Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Television,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.