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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Althea and Donna to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.