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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.