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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.