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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.