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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.