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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Index,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.