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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
MDC,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.