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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the disco 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
JFA,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.