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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding 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?
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.