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 Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.