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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.