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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s.
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 Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.