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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Roger Hodgson to the punk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.