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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Television,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.