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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.