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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.