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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The Fortunes to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.