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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.