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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Television,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.