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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler 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?
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.