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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
World's Most,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.