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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.