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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.