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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.