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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.