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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.