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 Canada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.