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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Index,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.