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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.