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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
The Slits,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.