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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.