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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.