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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
AZ,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.