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 Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.