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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.