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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 AZ to the techno 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
UT,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.