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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Gong to the electroclash 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.