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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.