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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Grass Roots 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.