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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Gong,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.