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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 linndrum 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.