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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Ossler,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.