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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the punk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.