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 Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Monks,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Swans,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.