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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.