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 France and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.