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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.