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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Real Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.