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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.