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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Techniques to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.