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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
X-101,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.