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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.