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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.