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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.