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 Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mars to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.