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 Georgia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.