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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
DNA,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.