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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.