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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.