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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.