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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Stooges to the crunk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.