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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.