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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
MDC,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.