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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 snare 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 Eli Mardock to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.