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 Cambodia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.