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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.