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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.