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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.