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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.