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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.