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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Peter & Gordon to the techno 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Pagans,
X-101,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.