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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.