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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
UT,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.