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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.