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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.