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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.