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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.