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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Swans,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.