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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
The Doors,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.