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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.