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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.