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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Organ,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.