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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.