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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.