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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.