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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.