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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.