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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.