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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.