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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
The Move,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.