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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the crunk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.