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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.