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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.