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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the grime 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Organ,
Roxette,
Aswad,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.