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 Malta and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.