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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 guitar 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.