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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.