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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.