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 Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Make Up 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Pole,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.