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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.