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 Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.