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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.