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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.