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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.