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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Organ to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.