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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.