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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.