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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Television,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.