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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Sparks,
10cc,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.