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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.