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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.