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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.