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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.