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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Neil Young to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.