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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.