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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.