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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Can,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.