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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.