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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.