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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.