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 Botswana 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Wake to the disco 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.