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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the grime 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.