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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.