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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Lyres to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.