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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Smiths,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Smog,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.