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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Monks,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.