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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.