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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.