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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Mars,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.