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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Oneida to the funk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.