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 Botswana 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.