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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 dance 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.