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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Q65,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.