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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.